I’m sitting at my desk listening to an early Joan Baez album because that music makes my mom happy (also, God bless Spotify; best $10 I spend a month). Earlier today, my mom went down to the basement to bring up a small bookcase for her room upstairs.
I just want to pause there for a moment: my mother carried a small bookcase up a flight of stairs. I didn’t know she was doing it – I probably would have tried to stop her – and I took up to the second floor, but still. She is now capable of carrying a small bookcase up a flight of stairs.
This is so fucking huge.
Yesterday after I wrapped up my work, we did some housecleaning. We’re planning on converting my mom’s room downstairs into a playroom now that Tori is having sleepovers and longer playdates. My mom, Tori, and I went downstairs and managed to put a really good dent into cleaning stuff down there; when my mom moved in she wasn’t all that well and a ton of stuff was in shopping and garbage bags and she’s really never quite been well enough to want to sort through it all until now. We threw out a big garbage bag of stuff and washed a bunch of her clothes and linens and put some stuff in boxes as we anticipate her eventual move to the senior living place.
There’s been no movement on the waiting list over there, but with my mom’s condition improving at the speed of light – seriously, it is AMAZING – we are not in any rush. We can wait until they are ready. In good news, my mom is actually looking forward to living there; it’s right next door to our church (I say ours lightly because I haven’t attended much with the new pastor; my churchiness is pretty low, and without the old minister and music director I just don’t feel like going) so she can easily walk to choir practice and bible study and services.
Speaking of her walking; just… WOW. She’s been very regimented doing the exercises her physical therapist gave her at the rehab, and that particular physical therapist spotted some trouble areas on my mom (particularly a weakness in one hip) and because of the improvement in her strength and stamina, she’s getting around the house without a cane most of the time (she can’t use her rollator with her arm broken).
Even more compelling is how clear and present she is. We’re not repeating things all the time, or pushing her to take care of herself, or anything like that. She’s keeping track of her medications and appointments, and tonight Charlie and I are considering going to a movie while she babysits Tori. There was no way, two months ago, that we felt comfortable with that.
It’s truly spectacular. Her gerontologist was right; it just took some time for the surgery’s benefits to materialize, and for the impact of prolonged excess calcium to leave her brain.
This is truly a blessing.
Yesterday after we stopped working in the basement, we came upstairs and cleaned up the living room (which mostly consisted of forcing Tori to take all her toys back to her room; sheesh, she has a lot of toys). Tori and I then reorganized her room (we got one of these awesome things at Ikea and DAMN does that hold a lotta stuffed animals!). It was a one of those beautiful and productive days where it felt like the whole family was a team.
I feel really happy right now. Quick: someone take a picture! Heh.